Shane

I can feel my entire body tightening at the breaking point. The completely absorbed look in Makena’s eyes, and the way her soft lips part in rapture, enflames the pleasure racing through me. And when she cries out, her pussy tightening around my cock as her orgasm claims her, I can’t hold any longer.

Her fingers dig into my biceps, and her back arches to meet my final thrust. A storm of sensation explodes within me, and I come harder than I ever have before. Deep, hot spurts that don’t seem to end.

“My God, Makena,” I breath against her ear, when the waves of pleasure slowly dissipate.

I don’t want to move.

Can’t.

I can feel her quick, uneven breaths against my shoulders, and the last reflexes of her orgasm squeezing around my still hard cock.

Shifting onto my elbows, I glance down at her, overwhelmed by the emotions that stir inside of me.

Shit. Not good, Hayes, my brain warns.

I give her a small smile, then start to move.

Makena watches me as I roll out of bed, discarding the condom into the fire. But I keep my gaze averted, because I know if I turn back to her, I’ll see it again, the one thing I’ve avoided my whole damn life – a future.

I drag my hands through my hair and try to get the image of her face as we came together out of my head. Because, in that moment, it wasn’t just sex. Every goddamn part of me was there, open, exposed, raw.

Never in my life have I felt anything so…overwhelming.

The bed squeaks behind me.

“Are you okay?” Makena asks softly.

Shit. It should be me asking her that question.

But I’m not. I’m the furthest thing from okay. I’m one hundred percent fucked. Because I know I’ve just broken my one and only rule. I let my emotions get involved.

“Ye must be starving,” I say, taking the basket and placing it on the bed beside her, the sheets pulled up over her chest, her eyes now watching me warily.

“A bit.”

I pull out one of the parchment wrapped sandwiches and hand it to her, as well as a bottle of water, then grab one of each for myself.

She picks at the sandwich, her eyes downcast, and I know if I don’t say something quickly, I’m going to fuck this whole thing up.

Forcing a lazy grin on my face, I lean back and drag my knuckles down her bare arm.

“Are ye cold?”

She glances up at me and shakes her head. “No. I’m fine.”

Bullshit. Even in the dim light I can see the insecurities that begin to surface in her eyes. Insecurities that weren’t there a few minutes ago.

I’m not good at this. The after-sex stuff. Normally, I’d have my clothes on and be out the door. It’s what the women I’m usually with expect. No small talk. No cuddling. No talk about feelings.

But hell, I know that’s what she needs right now.

Roughing a hand over my face, I shift on the bed and take her half-eaten sandwich from her, placing it in the basket and setting it on the floor.

“It’s still raining.” I crawl beside her and lean against the old wooden headboard, reaching one arm out for her to join me. “Looks like we’re stuck here for a bit.”

Her brows furrow and she frowns, but she slowly edges toward me.

I breath out, easing the tension once her warm body presses against mine.

“I’ve never brought a girl here before.”

She glances up at me, giving me a look that says she doesn’t believe me. “Right.”

“Ye don’t believe me?”

“The giant box of condoms would suggest otherwise.”

I chuckle, which makes her frown deepen. “I stashed those here years ago. Perfect place for my mom not to find them.”

She gives a little grunt and shakes her head, then yawns.

“Ye’re tired?”

“I’m not used to…drinking in the middle of the day.”

I pull her closer when I feel her start to pull away. I’m not even sure it’s a physical reaction, or more of a mental one, but it bothers me.

I hear her small sigh, but a few seconds later her body slowly relaxes into mine. Her palm and cheek rest against my chest. Minutes later, her breathing has changed, and I know she’s asleep.

I’ve never been one to be satisfied. No matter what life gave me, I’ve always wanted more, or something different. Only in my music have I ever found any real satisfaction.

But here, now, with Makena, I feel that same sense of contentment.

I know it won’t last. It’s just the initial rush of something new. That’s all.

But it doesn’t make me want it, want her, any less.